03 / 25 / 2020

I can hear their feet, gently brushing grass and bark aside. They move swiftly, allocating all their might into finding the best bugs and  plants to eat. They cluck softly to one another as they move as one body, with all eight members in tow.

Their leader, a gentle giant it would seem, tries to guide them all to safety. He uses his low grumbling to let them know what is okay and when they’ve gone too far.

Eli holds power-as figure heads often do-but the real power comes from the seven hens, all with minds of their own. Strong minds, albeit pea-sized, that are the heart and sole of the flock.


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